Dear Bman,

You’re sleeping in my lap right now. All 7lbs of tiny, precious, soft, beautiful you.

Do you know how many hearts you’ve stolen? Sometimes I just sit and touch your little face. It’s so small and innocent. It’s never known a hurt feelings frown or a real tear or chapped lips or stress wrinkles. Just kisses and love and more kisses and a little hat or two.

I want to protect you from all those bad things. And make sure the only thing you ever know is kisses from all the people who love you.

Youve changed me little Bman.

Love, Mommy